Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide viagra,
If pain was diabetes, rhyme be my insulin,
I'm taking out the in an instant when
bring the rhyme; I'll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn that matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes like rumours,
Your living that god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the cream that came the crop,
move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the top,
And what I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on stage I might my breath,
Cos I got so much heart there's no room in my chest,
for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand your neck,
Constricting your like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in these arseholes faces G-Strings,
I searched the for opposition but I fear the
Only I found was in a mirror.

Verse Two -
When Pressure steps to the plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me what I do, slap them mate,
And tell them I'm a rapper as I her up in gaffer tape,
Loudmouths make me flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on dick,
Honest, if they ride the I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a cradle bridge, so cross me,
I'm highly explosive; you're a child with matches,
I break rappers you give fractures,
These actors keep it real? really wak it's fact,
You spit while I spit the finest chapters,
Perhaps it's to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays you're on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and gold when they're poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them their tongues like epileptics,
I'll respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn't fresh,
I'm on a level of divineness, so call me your highness,
There's three things that are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hilltop Hood the mic.